From Eden

 

Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you
There's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you
There's something wretched about this, something so precious about this
There's something broken about this, get closer to me

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony
No "who cares", no vacant stares
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
A rope in hand, for your other man to hang from a tree

 

Jackie & Wilson

Ilona Maras

 

So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight

She blows out of nowhere, roman candle of the wild
Laughing away through my feeble disguise

Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime
Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine

 

Work song

Crédits photographiques Maya Kodeih Harmanani

 

My baby's sweet as can be
She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me
I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived

She never asked me once about the wrong I did
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamp light I was free

When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her

 

Like real people do

Crédits photographiques Maya Kodeih Harmanani

 

I will not ask you where you came from
I will not ask and neither should you
I knew that look dear
Eyes always seeking
So I will not ask you why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do

 

9 mois ferme

 

Juge Felder : A un moment, pour échapper aux autres, il faut faire comme les autres, et l'alcool aide à cela.

 

Run until you feel your lungs bleeding

 
crédits photographiques Karim Hobeika

 

Oh but the farrow know, her hungry eyes, her ancient soul
Know what it is to grow, beneath her sky, her punishing cold
To slowly learn of her ancient misery, to be twisted by a shame without a sin         
Like how she twisted the bog man, after she married him

But in all the world, there is one lover worthy of her
With as many souls claimed as she        
Rushing ashore to meet her, foaming with loneliness  
White hands to fondle and beat her, give her his onliness

Rare is this love, keep it covered
I need you to run to me until you feel your lungs bleeding

 

Cherry wine

 
Crédits photographiques Jana Hobeika

 

I walk my days on a wire
Oh mamma, don't fuss over me
Calls of guilty thrown at me
Thrown at me so powerfully
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed in the tides of her breathing
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine